Food Lion Trip pt.1

As I walk thru the cheap double doors, 
I can’t help but wonder what sales there are in store.
I grab a cart and look with a snare, 
as the cheesy words “Welcome to Food Lion” rings thru the air.
I politely smile, thinking all the while, that just isn’t my style. 
So I walk down to aisle two, canned goods. 
Everything looks messy, nothing like it should. 
Then I smell something that should be banned, 
omg… its Charles the meat man!!! 
He tries to smile, cracked teeth and all, 
it looks like he tried to chew on a basketball!
I swiftly walk away, going down aisle four. 
I watch my step, as there is spilled kool-aid on the floor. 
Need less to say,
a Mexican guy proceeded to walk this way. 
He spoke very lil English, but def was a G, 
so obviously he didn’t speak to me. 
So I turn the corner, to aisle five, 
I've been in the store a while. 
I act like I’m looking at Jello, 
when one of the finest cashiers says hello!
I ready my mouth, as I’m anxious to talk to her.
I turned my head and she was a blur.
“Assistance at the service desk!!!!”
She had to leave. So on to aisle six I proceed.
I grabbed some chips, a lil bit of dip,
and every thing else I planned to get. 
Now to checkout, on to register six.
“Hey! How are you?”
“I’m good” I reply, short and sweet. 
She scanned my stuff quickly. 
I think to myself now this is a swift check out.
Then comes out her mouth…
“WOULD YOU LIKE TO DONATE A DOLLAR TO THE CHILDRENS MIRACLE NETWORK?”
I’m thinking dang, everyone’s after your paper.
My response… “Maybe later”. 
She speeds up and tells me “Its $12.38, debit or credit” 
I slide my card, debit seemed better. 
“Debit” I replied. 
AHHH I’m finally done, I’m handed my receipt. 
I walk away, with a lil rhythm in my beat. 
Let’s go, I will never come here fo’sho.